DPHenderson

A Monologue with the Æther

Self Is the Longest Journey

Autumn Day

Autumn day, Wind blowing strongly Up then down the streets Leaves gold, red and brown Tumble in the air Driven by the breeze.

Autumn day, Sun brightly shining Warming yet chilly still In the shadows Left by tall silent buildings.

Autumn day,     Perfection,         Bliss.